MJG

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

I hope you find a man who doesn’t just give you flowers and calls you beautiful, I hope you find a man who visits your family when you’re homesick. I hope he goes with you to see your sick grandma in the hospital, I hope he gives you space when you need to be alone and grace when you are not patient with him. I hope you find a good man, one who will love you for who you are and not what you can give. I hope that you find someone who will cherish and respect you, opening your heart to new and good things. I hope you find a man who makes you forget all the other men, who gives you hope in something more. I hope you find the courage to be willing to wait for something solid instead of something flashy, because when you’ve found that one good man, I know he’ll light up the stars to see you smile.